I'm sitting here as always on my front porch smoking a cigarette. I plan my breaks accordingly so my neighbors don't think I smoke too much. I try to wait a hour between a smoke. My neighbor is dropping his daughters off singing "I believe I can fly". Makes me feel like a shitty mom. I should sing to my children. I don't look at or acknowledge their or anyone else's existence. I'm a keep to myself but watch everything girl. I'm just a human 'fly on the wall'.
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In Reverse
Non-FictionI'm coming to learn life now at the age of 31. Things I should have been aware of before now make sense. This is me, my life, my tragedy, and my awakening.
